The Nine Heavens Immortal Clan

I started a new book before and read it, and then I kept reading it. Every time I read the comment section, I thought that the male protagonist was a person and I didn't want to read it. It's not a family story, but I can still read it. You wrote a family story and there was no heroine. I was speechless. You could marry someone without writing about her. But when I thought of a eunuch who was a member of the family, I couldn't read it.

The author, I think the writing is really good.

The writing is very unappealing. At the beginning, the protagonist, a qi-training monk, was involved in the struggle between the five major forces, which made me confused. Moreover, the description of the protagonist in the first dozen chapters is not clear at all. My understanding of the protagonist is very vague and not attractive at all. The first dozen or so chapters contain mostly textual narratives, but the worldview, cultivation system, and surrounding environment are not well described. Not to mention the three golden chapters, I have no idea what the author is writing in even the dozens of chapters.

The writing is too outrageous, the Riddler always pretends to be sophisticated, and he doesn't even think about the realm and plot behind it?

After watching it for so long To be honest, there are actually several reasons why your performance is not improving First: Your early stage is too bland, there are no explosive points, and the plot is actually a bit vague, difficult to guess, and some things cannot be judged Then: The world view is very spread out and very comfortable, but when changing the map, it has been boring recently, and the transition is not smooth enough, giving people a bit stiff feeling Then: There are some calculated plots in the early stage that make people a little unclear, which will lead to reading Those who quit around the first 200 to 300, or at a lower threshold, may be because some people keep watching because of the suspense, but it takes time for the curtain to open, and they may not have the patience to wait emmmm, and the writing is actually good, but your portrayal of Jiang and Xuan is actually a bit stiff, which makes some characters look not full enough (I personally think these two are a bit stiff) There are so many details, I am taking a look 😰😰

On Qingming Festival, many elders of the Zhang family gathered together. "Clan Chief, I'm afraid this year's Qingming Festival will be unusual." A clan elder spoke up and looked at Zhang Shenling. Zhang Shenling's eyes were filled with sorrow as he looked out of the attic. Just as everyone was waiting for Zhang Shenling to speak, another clan elder spoke up. "Those golden lotuses that remained after the destruction of the millions of mountain forces continued to pour into Yunmeng Ze. Those outsiders who came from nowhere have magical powers and powerful strength. They are just searching for something, not competing for resources. They want to They must have enough resources. These are the second ones. They either have no affiliated forces or no top combat power, and both sides have their own arrogance. One has been growing golden lotus for a long time, and the other comes from a big power, so it is impossible for them to come together. The main thing is the ghosts in the Yin Division. The speed of cultivation and proliferation of ghosts is simply frightening. The time recorded in the files was not so scary. In just a few years, the number of ghosts in the Foundation Establishment Realm has reached a level that is even greater than that of our family. "It's really hard for me to imagine what will happen in a few years." Zhang Shenling retracted his distant gaze and hid his worries. His eyes showed unparalleled tenacity as he looked at many clan elders. "Boy Qing is back, bringing a spiritual peach tree from Thirty-Three Heavens, and told me something. This incident should not only affect the nearby area, but also involve distant lands. Those remote places may be just smoke and dust under this crisis, just like us." Zhang Shenling's words were like a knife piercing the hearts of many clan elders. A clan elder who was about to reach the end of his life stretched out his trembling hand and said with disbelief: "Does that mean that our outward layout is of no use?" Zhang Shenling walked up to the clan elder and gently put down the clan elder's hand. His eyes were hot and he stared at the clan elder's withered face. "The Zhang family will not fall here. Fire can restrain the ghosts of the underworld, not to mention the fairy fire of our Zhang family. This is a test for Yun Mengze, an opportunity for Yun Mengze, and an opportunity and test for our Zhang family." The clan elder looked at the firm and hot Zhang Shenling and lit up the flames, with a trace of trust on his face. He touched Zhang Shenling with his hot, burning palms: "I won't live long, and I won't be able to leave anything behind. But the opportunity I got back then will allow me to leave a seed for the family after my death. I hope the family can use this to have another golden lotus." He is gradually getting younger, and the flames are burning stronger and stronger. He is getting younger and younger, and his skin is getting whiter and tenderer, but his cultivation is also declining step by step. In the end, he turned into a feather and a pile of smoke. The strong wind howled suddenly, and feathers and smoke flew up. Zhang Shenling reached out to hold the feather, and felt that it contained not only the power of the clan elder, but also a majestic fire spiritual power. "Is that so?" He looked at the pile of flying ashes, with a smile on his face and tears streaming from his eyes. The next moment, Zhang Shenling transformed into a heavenly general, and his whole body was covered in flames. The fire-attributed spiritual power spread in all directions. All the clan elders and foundation builders present also released their spiritual power and spread in all directions. Countless Zhang family members entered a state that only appeared during battle, and countless flames were burning. A large number of casual cultivators and people who could see the Zhang family from a distance all noticed something strange about the Zhang family. "When the wind blows during the Qingming Festival, ride the wind up to fight against the winds of the Nine Heavens." Zhang Qing looked at it from a distance and muttered incomprehensible words. "We are waiting to see the clan elders off!" A sound came from Zhang Shenling's mouth, and it made a sound like waves. Countless Zhang family members were chanting and roaring. The fire was so dazzling that it burned half of the sky in Yunmengze red. People from the Shui family, Jinlan Sect, and Zhao family looked at it from a distance, wondering what they were thinking. "Is it Qingming?"{"TopicId":"861615271172767744","TopicName":"The wind is rising for Qingming"}

"Aqing, stop playing! Get ready to eat!" Zhang Qing's eldest brother looked at Zhang Qing who was playing in the mud, put his hands around his mouth, made a trumpet shape, and shouted at Zhang Qing who was playing in the mud. Zhang Qing heard the words, turned the mud horse around, and then galloped towards his elder brother. When he heard that he was eating, his grin widened even more, leaving his friends beside him. The mud horse galloped in the mud, just like the immortal cultivators splitting the airflow in front of them and traveling against the wind. The mud horse also split the mud in contact with the floor below it, and Zhang Qingfei also kicked his white and tender feet. Reaching the edge of the mudflat, Zhang Qing turned sharply like a young man on horseback. The mud flew higher than the short dirt road and splashed on Brother Zhang Qing's shoes. The originally pure white shoes were stained with brown and black mud, making Brother Zhang Qing feel angry and funny. He picked up Zhang Qing's clothes, lifted Zhang Qing's whole body, and motioned to the servants behind him to clean up the mud on his lower body. The servants behind him hurriedly caught up with towels, and gently wiped off the mud under Zhang Qing's rolled-up trousers legs and feet with a wet towel, only daring to do so in certain places. Then they put Zhang Qing's shoes and socks on and put down his rolled-up trousers. Seeing that Zhang Qing was finally a lot cleaner, his eldest brother nodded slightly, picked up a towel and leaned over to wipe the mud stains on his shoes. He squatted on the ground and handed the towel back to the servant next to him, and then patted Zhang Qing's butt. "Let's go home for dinner. Don't push me next time. Don't play again in a few days. The immortals of the family are coming soon. By then, we have to serve the whole city. "Children's spirit testing." Zhang Qing's childish hand held his elder brother's strong hand, and he jumped on the road with flying dust. Zhang Qing took a bite of the flying dust, and then he calmed down. Brother Zhang Qing raised the corners of his mouth, but he still pretended to be serious and gave Zhang Qing another slap on his butt. Zhang Qing pouted and looked away, but still held his elder brother's hand and even used a little strength. Children's stubbornness is always temporary. Soon after, Zhang Qing held his eldest brother's hand with one hand and tugged on the corner of his clothes with the other and asked: "Brother, what are you having for lunch? I'm a little hungry." The eldest brother was free. He flicked Zhang Qing's little head with his hand and said with a smile: "Are you hungry? If you are hungry, go home early for dinner next time. As for what to eat? Guess, I won't tell you anyway." "Humph." The irritated child held his head away with a puff of air in his mouth. "Aqing, Qingmeng, it's time to eat!" In the middle of the mud, a young man in red robes was speeding through the muddy swamp with his niece. The two of them were laughing, their faces and clothes were stained with mud. "Qingmeng, let's go eat." "Okay! Second uncle, I'm going to eat well today. Can you let me eat candied haws? Dad always tells me to pay attention to my teeth and not to eat them." "Of course!" After landing ashore, Zhang Qing used his spiritual power to clean the bodies and clothes of the two of them. Zhang Qingmeng held Zhang Qing's hand and walked jumping up and down. "Do you still remember? You ate a mouthful of dust when you were like this." Brother Zhang Qing looked at his younger brother and daughter chattering, and after a long silence, he finally said. Zhang Qing was stunned. He remembered that it was a few days before he left home. "Remember." "Qing Meng is leaving too, right?" "Yes." "If not. If it's okay, let's play for a few more days. " "Okay! " {"TopicId":"880918936614076416","TopicName":"Children's Heart Protection Association"}

Under the scorching sun is a decaying and dead land. This wilderness has long lost most of its original nutrients. Although it is not yellow sand, this land is not far away from becoming a desert. All the vitality of this land was taken away by the Shenying Temple's formation hundreds of years ago, and was used to supply their practice and help their leader open the gate of heaven. The man staggered on the land. He was an ordinary Qi-training monk. His family always said that if the Divine Eagle Temple had not extracted the vitality and the family's ability matched his talent, he should have a glimmer of hope to become a golden lotus planter. But now, the family cannot even support a few foundations, so they can only fight with those casual cultivators for resources. He was tired, and it was difficult for him to walk step by step. He took out the storage bag that he grabbed, dug out some recovery pills, and found a slightly hidden place to check out this harvest. "The spiritual material that breaks through the foundation building!" The man's eyes were full of surprise, revealing that he originally thought that he might be stuck in practicing Qi, but he didn't expect to have such a harvest. Thinking of the pursuit and resistance he suffered in order to grab this storage bag, he finally understood why those people insisted on chasing him. The moment he meditated, endless vitality and aura came from the center of this land. The tired eyes that had just been closed opened again in an instant. He stood up and looked in the direction of the Divine Eagle Temple in disbelief. In the distance, with the spiritual energy and vitality rushing towards him, there was endless vitality. The verdant green was just a dot at first, and then turned into a long line. As time passed, the green line became longer and longer in his eyes, until the green was paved, from in front of him to behind him. Just when he was shocked, there was a sound under his feet. He quickly took two steps back and saw a sapling growing out of the place where he had just stood. Then it quickly grew taller and thicker until the tree required him to look up. "With this hope, the great formation of the Divine Eagle Temple is broken? How is it possible!" After the joy, he fell into deep thought. He could not believe that in the land controlled by the Divine Eagle Temple, there were people or monsters that even the Divine Eagle Temple could not stop. To name a place after a temple, one can imagine who he is in this world of immortality. However, after thinking about it, he shook his head helplessly, and a trace of ridicule appeared on his face. So what, this made no difference to him as a current Qi practitioner. Both sides had the ability to crush him to death like he crushed an ant to death. Returning to the family, the head of the family summoned several members of the family who were expected to make a breakthrough and gave each of them a piece of foundation building material. "Go ahead, the Shenying Temple's formation has been destroyed. No one knows if there will be any accidents. The family will pour resources into those of you who successfully break through." He did not refuse. One more foundation-building item would be enough to increase his foundation-building success rate, and also allow him to quickly stabilize his cultivation level. The moment he came out of the quiet room, there happened to be a spring breeze blowing by. Unlike the harsh yellow sand wind before, this wind was very gentle and made him feel comfortable. The momentum of foundation building spread out, and then countless waiting tribesmen congratulated him. The hearty laughter of the head of the family, the congratulations of the clansmen, and the compliments of the clansmen who usually looked down on him but failed to break through made him feel comfortable. Just like that, in the greenery, he faced the wind, walked out of the crowd, walked outside, and enjoyed the spring breeze. Under the land that is almost entirely covered with yellow sand, the Eagle Temple is now bursting with endless vitality! Whether it is soil, objects, or people. {"TopicId":"849251015949418496","TopicName":"The infinite possibilities of spring"}

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Hello everyone, I would like to recommend a book that is also popular in the family, the kind that takes effort for several generations. If you are interested, you can read 😃 Xuanjian Xianzu